Mina glanced around guiltily, though the night and fog blanketing the
churchyard were ample to conceal her from the sharpest of prying eyes. Her
own eyes seemed to be adapting to the dark; she hardly needed the flickering
jack o'lantern to find her way to the Weston family vault.
To her relief (or was it disappointment?) the vault appeared intact, its
rusty lock clearly undisturbed. She turned away—
A gentle hand touched her on the shoulder, and she choked back a scream.
"Darling Mina," Lucy's voice whispered softly in her ear. "How kind of you
to pay me a visit."
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Date: 2016-10-31 09:28 pm (UTC)